Vengeance

The tears streamed down from her face as she felt the rage fill her body. She winced as she hoisted herself up from the ground. Her ribs were cracked, weren’t they? She scanned the alleyway. They just missed her. She almost cried out as she lifted her bruised body out of the dumpster.

She collapsed once she hit the ground, holding herself as the sobs escaped her, the knife tumbling out of her hand. What hurt more than anything wasn’t the physical pain, but the betrayal. Jane sold her out. Jane was the one who killed her sister. The realization was worse than all the kicks she received. Jane, the girl who she laughed with every day, who walked with her to school, who made her lunch when she was running late, who meant the world to her, who she loved more than anything.

But Jane killed her sister. And for what? A ring? Something as worthless as a ring? This wasn’t the girl she once knew. That girl had died long before her sister did.

A newfound strength filled her body as she forced herself off the ground, her head spinning as she stood up. She knew what she had to do, even if it destroyed her piece by piece. The tears wouldn’t stop falling as she picked up the knife, as she limped home, and as she began to plan. She would have to kill her best friend.